Surprise, Sidney.

[liveralone]

Hey buuuuuuuuddy.

I heard you wanna play a game?

So let's play already.

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Ta-da!

[almost_butchered]

[NO.

No. It can't be. Sidney pales at the sight. At the voice that has invaded her nightmares for weeks now. But she's determined not to show it. In a casual voice, she calls,]

Hey Stu? Aren't you supposed to be dead?

Maaaaaarvelous

[liveralone]

[And Stu is clearly thrilled. Even though you crushed him with a TV. That boy must really care about you. I think he's the one.]

Am I? Sid? Am I?

Or am I just making uncredited cameos in the background of party scenes?

Because I just don't know.

[almost_butchered]

[Totally the one. You know, aside from the whole 'trying to kill her' thing?]

I... I have no idea what you're talking about.

Damnit, stop playing games and get on with this thing. This time, I'll make sure you're dead.

[liveralone]

[The course of true love never did run smooth. People got stabbed in Shakespeare all the time. Didn't you pay attention in English class?]

Maybe you should look behind you sometimes.

Aw, but what if I just wanna talk? I mean: you made it to the sequel, kid. Not gonna lie: I'm kinda jealous.

[almost_butchered]

[People in Shakespeare stayed dead when they got stabbed]

Talk?

[Less than impressed here]
After you tried to kill me? After - you KILLED Tatum. You sick fuck. There isn't going to be a sequel. This isn't a fucking movie.

[liveralone]

[Tell that to the MacBeeeeeeeeeeths!]

Mmmmmm but there is though. Okay, so: once they get to number four it's gonna be an unholy mess and not in the good way, but.

[almost_butchered]

Number FOUR?

No. You're LYING. You're DEAD. Billy's DEAD. It's over.

[liveralone]

That doesn't make it over, Sid.

You need to talk to your boy Meeks. He'll set it straight.

[almost_butchered]

Randy?

[Ok. She's scared. There's more of this in her future?]

God damn it, Stu. Why couldn't you have stayed dead? I'm done with this.

[liveralone]

No, his mom. Of course Randy.

Because where's the fun in that?

[almost_butchered]

Fun? You think seeing my friends die is FUN? You think being chased by you pansy-asses is fun? You're sick.

[liveralone]

Thank you, Sid. Thanks. For cluing me in. I never would have ever realized that, ever. Now maybe I can get the help that I so dearly need.

...

Nah, I'm fucking with you.

[almost_butchered]

[She shakes her head in complete disbelief.]

You sick fuck, Stu. You're twisted. But you know what?

You're gonna be stuck here forever. Doing nothing.

[liveralone]

I don't have to do anything. It's done. And it was huge. And me, and Billy, and you, and everybody: we're gonna live forever now.

That's neat, right?

Right?

[almost_butchered]

No! God damn it, Stu! You killed Tatum - and Casey and Steve and Principal Himbry. You sick fuck. You killed my MOM. Why? Tell me. Without Billy telling you. Tell me why.

[liveralone]

And that camera guy.

No motives, remember? Sticking to it.